This one is actually much later, I promise.
This is after lunch.
We just went outside for lunch. Team incentive? I'm not sure. It was pretty fun, however.
I always end up sitting at or near that spot.
Gosh dang it my eyes are definitely not trying to tear up over this.
I want you back so freaking badly.
We're having a team incentive (for sure), later today. Ice cream during eighth hour. I know you wouldn't have gotten any, and neither will I.
I'm going to be practicing for the music assembly.
I know you don't like pop music--and neither do I, we have the same reason but I think you have another reason behind it--but I still would like you here.
It's the times that I want to tell you something that I miss you the most.
I hate this.
YOU ARE READING
I Miss You
Non-FictionSo one of my friends moved, and I'm not trying to use a mental illness as an adjective here but the only real way to put it is that I've been depressed lately. Life where they moved is so sucky, I don't know if they've committed suicide? They won't...
